Kuroko's Basketball template: the king of slacking off, Shohoku's strongest sixth man.

There was nothing to it for the sake of studies.

There's nothing to it, just to experience life.

The reason is as pure as a clear crystal, without any impurities.

I want to become stronger.

I want to reach the highest level of basketball, to tear apart even stronger prey.

This is Rukawa Kaede's entire logic.

Coach Anzai looked at the talented young man in front of him.

In a daze, that tall yet arrogant figure overlapped once again.

Tanizawa...

That child who suffered a terrible ordeal in a foreign land, and who never looked back until his death.

Anzai tapped her fingers lightly on her knees, the rhythm slow and heavy.

A long time passed.

So long that Rukawa thought the coach was thinking about where to go.

The always smiling old man slowly uttered three words.

The sentence was as heavy as a trial: "I object."

Rukawa Kaede's eyes widened suddenly.

For the first time, a genuine look of shock appeared on that perpetually expressionless face.

He didn't understand.

Why?

……

On the field.

The massacre continues.

Every tick of the scoreboard felt like a stab in the back for Love and Academy.

Aiwa Academy 27:56 Mingpeng Industry.

"What the hell is going on?!"

"Down by 30 points?! This is the final!"

"Are we really this useless without Moroboshi-senpai?"

"No...it's not that we're too weak, it's that number 15...that monster is too monstrous!"

In the audience, students from Love and Harmony Academy collapsed and screamed, clutching their heads.

On the sidelines, the coaches from Aihe Academy had already abandoned all pretense of decorum.

He loosened his tie, his face flushed and neck red as he roared at the field, his voice hoarse from shouting.

How many times do I have to tell you before you understand?!

"Defend the middle! Block out the penalty area!!"

"Don't let him into the paint area! Push him out!!"

On the other side, in front of the substitute bench of Mingpeng Industrial.

An old man with gray hair was sitting with his legs crossed, looking more like he was listening to a play than teaching.

Hearing his opponent's roar, he let out a contemptuous sneer.

Even if you understand, you can't stop it.

The old man stared at the massive figure on the field with a fanatical gaze.

It's like watching Godzilla that you raised yourself.

"That guy... he's the epitome of being unreasonable."

On the field.

Mingpeng's guard intercepted the ball and immediately lobbed it into the paint.

"They're here!!"

Ai and the coach screamed desperately, "Crush him! Don't let him jump!!"

Three!

Three Aihe players charged into the penalty area like madmen.

They used their bodies to form a flesh and blood barrier, trying to keep the giant beast out.

"Now! Surround and kill him!"

Faced with being surrounded by three men, the old man from Mingpeng simply uttered a brief instruction from within:

"Crush them, Ah Kuan."

next second.

The bald boy known as "A-Kuan" moved.

There were no fancy footwork, no unnecessary feints.

He simply turned around, with three people guarding him, and took off like a rocket!

"roar--!!"

A deep, wild roar exploded out.

A huge shadow instantly enveloped the three defenders from Love and Academy.

That's pure tonnage, absolute crushing at the top of the food chain.

"Bang--!!"

"Clang—!!!"

Two loud bangs exploded almost simultaneously, making people's hearts tremble.

The first sound was a dull thud from the impact of flesh against flesh.

The three players from Love and Academy were sent flying like bowling pins by the rising black behemoth.

They scattered and fell to the ground, sliding several meters away, and some even clutched their chests in pain.

The second sound was the mournful cry of the basketball hoop.

Morishige Hiroshi hung on the basketball hoop with both hands, his entire body suspended in the air.

The backboard shuddered violently, emitting a sickening metallic creak, as if it would shatter completely at any moment.

Violent aesthetics!

This is the ultimate, irrational aesthetics of violence!

The entire hall was deathly silent; even breathing stopped.

Even Maki Shinichi, who was used to seeing big scenes, had his pupils shrink to the size of pinpoints at this moment.

Coach Mingpeng nodded in satisfaction, showing off this rare treasure to the recorder beside him:

"Morishige Hiroshi, height 199cm, weight 100kg."

"This body is simply a masterpiece sculpted by God to destroy a basketball hoop."

"The scariest thing is..."

The old man paused, his eyes filled with a frightening fervor. "He's just a first-year high school student."

"His future will not only be a treasure, but... a ruler."

In the stands.

"That guy..."

Sakuragi stared intently at the figure dangling from the basketball hoop.

A shiver of fear, stemming from a wild animal instinct, crept up my spine and onto my scalp.

As a physical prodigy, he smelled the scent of his own kind on his peers for the first time.

No, it was the aura of an even more ferocious beast.

"That one is also... a first-year student?"

Kiyota Nobunaga was dumbfounded, his arrogant attitude instantly extinguished by a bucket of cold water.

"This can't be real... This physique, this strength... Is this really a high school student?"

"Is that a brown bear wearing a basketball jersey?"

Off the field, Coach Aiwa watched his players get knocked around and dazed, and was so angry he jumped up and down, pointing at Morishige Hiroshi and yelling at the referee:

"Hey! Referee!"

"How long is he going to keep hanging like this?!"

"This is a provocation! This is an insult!!"

"beep--!!"

The referee finally came to his senses and blew his whistle sharply.

He ran over with a dark expression and gave me a "T" gesture.

"White number 15, technical foul!"

Morishige Hiroshi let go and landed.

"Thump!"

The floor gave a dull thud, as if the entire stadium shook.

He stared blankly at the referee, his eyes empty like a stagnant pool, seemingly unaware of what he had done wrong.

Or rather, does an elephant need to care about the protests of ants?

"here we go again……"

The old man covered his face helplessly, but he couldn't hide the smile in his eyes.

"Ah Kuan, he just can't shake this bad habit. He likes to hang on the basketball hoop and enjoy the view..."

Lin Bei stood at the highest point of the stands, looking down at the prehistoric behemoth, his eyes behind his sunglasses slightly narrowed.

"Morishige Hiroshi..."

"This destructive power does indeed have the feel of a mini-boss."

Lin Bei tapped the railing lightly with his fingers, and the system in his mind seemed to become more active.

In the original work, this guy single-handedly ended the "Aichi Star" era.

They were even a force to be reckoned with in national competitions.

If we don't count myself, who's a cheater.

This guy's physical talent is truly a physical cheat code in the Slam Dunk world.

"Hey, Sakuragi."

"What's wrong? Are your legs going weak?"

Lin Bei suddenly turned his head and looked at Sakuragi, who was standing next to him in a daze.

Sakuragi snapped out of his daze, abruptly straightening his back and exhaling two heavy breaths from his nostrils:

"ha?!"

"Would this genius be intimidated by someone who only knows brute force?"

"Stop joking!"

Sakuragi pointed at Morishige Hiroshi in the audience and shouted loudly.

"I'm already tired of that hanging-on-the-rim move!"

"It's just a clumsy, big guy!"

"When the national competition comes, this genius will show him what the power of 'King Kong Brother' really is!"

"I'm going to dunk on him!"

Although he was being stubborn, Maki Shinichi noticed that Sakuragi's hands, which were in his pockets, were clenched into fists.

That's the kind of excitement and vigilance that only comes when you encounter a truly formidable enemy.